it was my first exposure to hollywood, the star-laced sidewalks
it seemed there was always a song on your lips
always a lyric you couldn't forget, they gave
an ethereal rhythm to your hips, as you walked away, laughing, smiling
expecting the worst, as you always did
i don't remember what i said, i don't think it was important
i was too distracted by the light dancing recklessly on your skin
i wanted to be the light then, pressed lightly against your chest
setting fire to your eyes, clearing the din of traffic
with a mischievous grin, i remember what you said though
as we parted ways without a single expectation
drawing steps away from each other, just to prove ourselves stronger
than hadron collider magnets, we were revolutionaries
superhuman in our willingness to deny the obvious
you were my first exposure to small scale fame
my unrelenting fan, though you critiqued harshly every word
that escaped my stuttering lips, nervously pressed together
not in a kiss, but pursed tightly in thought,
as my imagination devoured your skin
we were everything in a moment, except innocent, we were never innocent
we preyed one ach other as snakes, each aching
to shed our skin, to devour the other whole and naked
to relay messages, as if the words were far too regal
to grace our stranger's lips, we exhaled curses
but there was beauty in it, free-verse because we were unbound
by rhyme schemes and inane societal babbling
but here i am rambling, did i tell you then
before, i remember what you said
it was beautiful, and poignant, and i lied
i can't recall a word of it
except that i fell in love, the moment your voice crossed
into my airspace, buzzing my ears with low flying barbs
your intelligence left me dumbfounded, except that i replied with something
so elegant, it left you breathless
eternal wisdom, and romance, and every expectant favorite movie
you've ever watched once, only to rescind the decision
you were my first dose of hollywood, i was
your first tryst with the poison pen
but it was a hell of a romance, for that moment in your eyes
it was telling for it's significance, that it would quickly end
do you remember the supernova that we were
when we were drunk on love, feeding our subconscious
and we were sunk by love, now that i think about it
i wonder if we ever really said a thing
was this all a figment of my imagination, as i passed you in the supermarket?
i imagine it was real, but does that really say any different
maybe from somewhere over the shapeshifting clouds, you're home
writing this very same thing, describing your chance encounter
next to the wandering eyes of frozen pizzas, and iced over finger foods
your first dose of hollywood baby, the music by the way
is an elevator rendition of requiem for a dream
and i'm certain you remember me, my cart was filled
with the exact same things.
it seemed there was always a song on your lips
always a lyric you couldn't forget, they gave
an ethereal rhythm to your hips, as you walked away, laughing, smiling
expecting the worst, as you always did
i don't remember what i said, i don't think it was important
i was too distracted by the light dancing recklessly on your skin
i wanted to be the light then, pressed lightly against your chest
setting fire to your eyes, clearing the din of traffic
with a mischievous grin, i remember what you said though
as we parted ways without a single expectation
drawing steps away from each other, just to prove ourselves stronger
than hadron collider magnets, we were revolutionaries
superhuman in our willingness to deny the obvious
you were my first exposure to small scale fame
my unrelenting fan, though you critiqued harshly every word
that escaped my stuttering lips, nervously pressed together
not in a kiss, but pursed tightly in thought,
as my imagination devoured your skin
we were everything in a moment, except innocent, we were never innocent
we preyed one ach other as snakes, each aching
to shed our skin, to devour the other whole and naked
to relay messages, as if the words were far too regal
to grace our stranger's lips, we exhaled curses
but there was beauty in it, free-verse because we were unbound
by rhyme schemes and inane societal babbling
but here i am rambling, did i tell you then
before, i remember what you said
it was beautiful, and poignant, and i lied
i can't recall a word of it
except that i fell in love, the moment your voice crossed
into my airspace, buzzing my ears with low flying barbs
your intelligence left me dumbfounded, except that i replied with something
so elegant, it left you breathless
eternal wisdom, and romance, and every expectant favorite movie
you've ever watched once, only to rescind the decision
you were my first dose of hollywood, i was
your first tryst with the poison pen
but it was a hell of a romance, for that moment in your eyes
it was telling for it's significance, that it would quickly end
do you remember the supernova that we were
when we were drunk on love, feeding our subconscious
and we were sunk by love, now that i think about it
i wonder if we ever really said a thing
was this all a figment of my imagination, as i passed you in the supermarket?
i imagine it was real, but does that really say any different
maybe from somewhere over the shapeshifting clouds, you're home
writing this very same thing, describing your chance encounter
next to the wandering eyes of frozen pizzas, and iced over finger foods
your first dose of hollywood baby, the music by the way
is an elevator rendition of requiem for a dream
and i'm certain you remember me, my cart was filled
with the exact same things.
